Novel & Cerita Ann Takamaki

We need to a research program and this particular research needs to be done in these 2 weeks only so I have to go. Also there will be no network as the research is to be conducted in Atlanta and therefore I wouldn't be able to call you. We leave tonight and come back in 2 months. I am so sorry and I am gonna miss you all on Christmas Love you" Isabella texted her mother. The next moment her phone started ringing. "Pick it up! You know what you have to say" Marco said from the background. "Hey sweetie! I just got your message" Mrs Parker exclaimed.

Dim lighting, sleek furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. Mona stepped inside and let out a small gasp. "Oh my God." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "You live here?" Kane watched as she walked toward the window, her fingers pressing against the cool glass. The city sprawled beneath them, glittering like broken glass against the darkness. She turned to him, her expression mischievous. "Can anyone see you from across?" "No." He shrugged, dropping his bag onto the counter. "Just us." She hummed, seemingly pleased, before turning back to the view.

She mischievously wanted to see how Kenji would handle it. "There is something I want," said Akiko. "What is it?" Kenji quickly responded. "Mochi from Nakatanidou." Akiko mentioned the hardest-to-get food she could remember. "Nara?" Kenji confirmed. Nara is the prefecture in which Nakatanidou is located. It's about four hundred kilometers away from Tokyo. Farther than Sendai's coast before. "Yes." Akiko nodded, holding back a smile as she saw Kenji thinking. "Okay. I'll buy it. Maybe tomorrow..."

**Chapter 104 – Morning Visitors** **August 2032 – Friday morning, Nakamura house, Hot Springs, Arkansas** Sunlight filters through the kitchen windows, turning the steam from the rice cooker into soft gold mist. Keiko Nakamura moves with quiet efficiency—miso simmering on the stove, tamagoyaki rolling in the pan, fresh onigiri shaped on the counter. The house smells like home: dashi, grilled fish, and the faint pine scent drifting in from the open window overlooking the lake.

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"I'm sorry for disturbing you two. Adam and I didn't think that Higan would have company today." I shook my head. "You didn't disturb anything so, don't apologize." She gave me a soft smile and handed Adam his food. "You guys spend a lot of time together, huh?" "Sort of." Adam snorted. "I doubt that because Higan's International COD Saturday was turned into Jamie Saturday. Not that I'm complaining. You two look good together." "We're just friends," I mumbled. "Friends who-" his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth.

Mia finds herself wondering. Andrew continues anyway without giving a second thought to Mia’s abrupt stop. “Hi, my name’s Andrew Cameron,” he says, handing the receptionist what looks to be a gold business card. “I’m here to see Mr. Londermann.” The receptionist places the card on the table and immediately, a blue light runs across its surface, projecting all of Andrew’s details in 3-D. That’s why she doesn’t have a computer, realises Mia; the table is the computer.

The frantic neon light of the main street was reduced to a faint, orange glow that filtered through the thick web of overhead power cables, casting long, spider-like shadows across the wet cobblestones. At the far end of the alley, sitting on a wooden milk crate outside a tiny, shuttered ramen shop, was Ren Tanaka. He was a young man in his late twenties, his short black hair shaved close at the sides, his face marked by a long, clean scar that ran from his left temple down to his jawline. He wore a dark, oversized nylon bomber jacket and heavy boots, looking like a typical Shinjuku street youth, but his eyes were a startling, brilliant amber gold that marked him as a purebred Alpha of the n

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

“There’s something I didn’t tell you last night.” Aria’s spine straightened. Luciano reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a thin manila folder. Inside—two photographs, both grainy surveillance shots of a man with sharp eyes and a serpent tattoo curling down his throat. He slid them toward her. “Who is he?” she asked, frowning. Luciano’s jaw tightened. “His name is Damian Carrera. Head of the Bravik Cartel. A ghost from my father’s era. He’s been off the map for a decade. Until recently.”